Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.